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A reminder that all roads are just hallways. Only a silent wait between where you've been and where you're not sure you're going.

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Here is the poem, deciphered from my handwriting: Moments and decisions deviate to different oceans, flowing around dividing boulders from the pure melting mountain. #journeyoflife #choices #diverge #forksintheroad #lifechoices #paths #wornpath #lifedecisions #lifespath #autoimmunewarrior https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn7J1qwBTqo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mq5wpwk48pfv

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After all the #forksintheroad I've come across, I should have expected a toothbrush was not far away.... #hiking #stufffoundonthesideoftheroad (at Metz)

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PORTLAND TRIP DAY 2

April 23rd, 2016 // Portland

Day two was a rather successful adventure! There was cause for concern, however, for the previous day R had fallen ill after eating a delicious gyro served right out of a food cart. At least, that’s the official story, for L, who swears to have had nothing to do with it, was showing the very same symptoms R had just a few days prior, and although R had a sinking suspicion, he knew it would lead him no where. At any rate, after bombarding our immune systems with a variety of medicines, we set out, leaving the city behind us as we made our way towards the vast wilderness just outside the city limits. Our first stop was Multnomah Falls, a beautiful waterfall that cast a rejuvenating mist hundreds of feet away. Hundreds of people had already congregated around the falls, but we were still able to snag a spot on the bridge that overlooked them. It was quite the sight, but we wanted more, so we proceeded to hike the mile or so to the top. It was a bit more than we expected, but still nice to ascend the mountain and look down at the cascading water. Our second stop was about a mile down the road, the Oneonta Gorge, with considerably less people. This ended up being my, R’s, favorite part of the entire trip (other than the city of books of course). A long crevice lay ahead of us, with mountains of logs and boulders and freezing water blocking our path to the entrance. Now, places like this typically cause R to take risks that makes L’s blood pressure rise unnecessarily, such as leaping from boulder to boulder or something along those lines, but this time it was L that lead the way. She removed her shoes, plunged her feet in the frigid water and pressed on, determined, with R helping her clamber over rocks and logs whenever she needed it. We took a slow, methodical pace, but soon we made it to the opening of the gorge unscathed. It was absolutely GORGEous (yes, it was too easy). The walls glowed green with lush moss that cast the entire gorge in a bright green light, feeding off the mist emanating from an unseen waterfall at the end of the gorge. We trudged along, the water remaining as cold as it was when we first entered, but rising as high as our knees at certain points. For long stretches of time, we were alone, at peace with the beautiful scenery that the people a mile over were totally missing. We had walked quite a bit and still had not stumbled across the alleged waterfall, but this didn't dampen our experience in the slightest. We heard it, just up ahead, but we soon found ourselves facing a much different obstacle. The waterfall was just beyond a bend, but the path we had to take was roughly hundred or so feet of chest deep, for R, freezing water. L took one look at that and wanted no part of it. When R attempted to persuade her into roughing it, her only response was “ But I’ll die.” R could not argue with that logic. L knew that R wanted with his whole heart to take on the challenge, so she allowed him. Needless to say, it was freezing, evident by R’s audible shouts that echoed about the gorge. It was cold at his knees, it was cold at his hips, it was cold at his chest. It was cold. R made it through, partially frozen, and stumbled upon a waterfall that rivaled the beloved Multnomah Falls. R was alone in the enclosure, with nothing but the roar of the water and this mist in the air as company. It was certainly worth braving the frigid waters, if and only if you had the physical ability to do so (I.E the requisite height). R made his way back to L on the other side, braving the cold once more to return to her. R would also like to take a second and say he loves when L wears a beanie, for she looks extremely cute with one on. It was certainly an adventure worth taking, and although they were drenched, the experience also soaked their souls, and they came with their thirst for adventure temporarily satisfied. It was back to the city they went, to dry up and spend one last memorable night on the town. RH

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PORTLAND TRIP

April 22nd, 2016 // Portland

We had a 9 or 10 hour road trip from Davis, CA to Portland, OR. WE LOVE ROAD TRIPS. This one was especially great because I’m still going to school while R is here so this was a great time alone just talking, listening to Kings of Leon and Mumford and Sons, plus many other road trip tunes.

Once we got to Portland, the first thing we had to do was get us some of those famous Voodoo’s doughnuts and I am a pretty donut fanatic. Which, side note, is it doughnut or donut? I’ll just stick with donut out of pure laziness. This place was so weird and cool and PACKED. If you come here, make sure to either get there early (cause they also sell out quick) or be prepared to wait/be disappointed/get tortured as others walk out with their freshly baked donuts.

We had found a really great parking spot so we decided to walk over to our next stop, Powell’s Books. But along the way we came across these food carts with such a wide variety of foods. I was a little worried coming to Portland cause I heard Oregon could get its bad patches of racism and being a Mexican/Guatemalan at a time when Trump is still in the presidential race, its reasonable to say I was ready to fight for my life.

But then I come to Portland and it has the friendliest people I have ever met, where every male either had a beard or man bun. Aand getting back to what I was saying (sorry I get lost in my tangents, R is the better story teller) It also has one of the most diverse selection of foods (apart from NY) I’ve seen conveniently in one location. Me and R both got gyros, which anyone out there know how to correctly pronounce? and it was aaamaazing! We then went to Powell’s and got lost in all of their books. We must have spent hours in there and we could’ve spent the rest of the day there with all the different genre’d rooms, coffeeshop, gift and souvenirs and like billions of books.

I can say Day 1 in Portland was a success.

To be continued....

-LL